If we were having coffee, I would tell you it’s been a bit of a hectic week. And a furry one. I was dog-sitting my eldest daughter’s mini dachshund Finni at the start of the week, and then my youngest daughter’s cat showed up after a two month absence looking like she’d been through hell.

After a vet visit to treat a large gash in the kitty’s throat and the removal of massive hair mats, I am keeping her with me so I can watch out for her while she heals.

And now I’m dog sitting for my youngest daughter, with her dog Bella. These canine visits are really good for my dog Chules. Gives him some buddies to play with for a while. I often consider getting a second dog, but I think that would maybe be too much ongoing excitement around here. Especially for my cat Sebastian. And too much fur.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my house painting project is progressing well, albeit slowly. I went for the red front door after all, and I really like it. It still needs another coat of paint, but that will have to wait for another stint of dry weather.

Bella is snoring on the couch. Chules is pretending to sleep in his rocker chair, but his eyes peek open now and again, so I know he is still alert. Or maybe just being kept awake by Bella’s snoring. Sebastian is holed up somewhere down the hall, and my injured kitty patient Thursday is gated off in my spare bedroom, hiding in the closet behind a box of books.

All is well in my furry little abode. If you’d like a second cup of coffee, I’ll pour. There’s no rush today, and I’m enjoying the non-hairball-producing company.